Yall got me twisted wit my feet taped to the concrete//Load up the chrome piece rivals catch some fucken heat//I aint scare to bomb on any of you stubborn bicthez//I'll hand it fist to fist, pull out my dick & piss on a witnezz//Im not with all that trick shit you suckaz be cuaght slippen//Im with that reppin my click shit I love motha fucken settripen//I'll be zoned out flippen cats wit my hand on my strap//With a rag in my pocket & definiatly going to bust back//Skip all the nonsense, im doing this to get out of the struggle//If i die doing it, fuck it it was worth the chance to bubble//constantly in trouble, im truamatizen enemies with the eagle//My homies don't like to go out in public with me, im terrorisen people//You might think this shit is about being hard & looking cool//But fact of the matter is i just love acten a motha fucken fool//I don't think you seem to understand, gang bangans in my blood//So i respond with a quickness when they ask me where im from
BANGIN ON YA SUCKAZ!!!!!!!!!
BANGIN ON YA SUCKAZ!!!!!!!!!